Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 126

"Investigate Louis Evans?" Ian, who received the hot milk from the waiter, was a little dazed, and then quickly reacted. After hesitating for a while, he thoughtfully reminded:

"Mr Moriarty, actually I thought you had met Detective Louis Evans?"

He was definitely not talking about afternoon tea at Mrs. Summer's house with Klein and Evans yesterday, and he couldn't possibly know that.

"Louis Evans is a detective who has only recently achieved a certain reputation. The biggest and most successful case he has completed is the dispute over confidential drawings related to the steam giant Babbage. That's what the outside media calls it."

"After the death of Detective Zeriel, I was in the habit of working in the past, and I still learned about the follow-up of this incident. I found that this Detective Evans had contact with many big people who were related to this case. I thought you also... ."

Listening to Ian's eloquent words, Klein's eyes narrowed little by little, and his expression became more serious.

When Klein came to Backlund to participate in the first action, he met the neighbor he would meet when he "rented a house" in the future, an Extraordinary who came from a mysterious background and was suspected of being an official Extraordinary informant.

If it weren't for "Mystery" repeatedly guaranteeing that 0-08 did not harm me, I would suspect that I had become its target without knowing it... Klein, who had probably grasped some direction, nodded. Voluntarily skipped this topic and seemed to casually bring up another investigation.

"Anyway, under the premise of not getting into danger, you need to know more about this Mr. Evans. Now, let me tell you about the rich man named Cappin. I remember you said last time that you had caught some clues. ."

Referring to Kapin, who is famous as a human trafficker in the East District, Ian's brows twitched slightly, and then he continued calmly:

"As I told you before, although Capin has been engaged in the business of buying and selling people for a long time, he has only gradually grown up not long ago, which involves many possible bigwigs, some of them really , Some are fake, many are possible, and people can't tell the difference."

"It is certain that Kapin's business must have involved the support of the top officials of the kingdom, but everyone can't figure out what it is from. Some people tried to sort out the complicated relationship in this area before, but he was arrested within a week. MI9 found out the bad debt the company was hiding, and then the next day, the Siviras field received pictures of him killing people for fun."

"But fortunately, even though Kapin has received secret help now, the traces of his past have not been erased with great effort, but because of his strong backing now, he has not even tried to hide it."

Speaking, Ian took a deep breath, his face became hesitant, and the sides of the thin cheeks could be seen vaguely, because of hesitation, the tongue kept stirring the scraped depression.

Phew... He exhaled, first took out a picture wrapped in oiled paper from the ill-fitting tattered coat, put it in Klein's hand, and then said:

"Mr Moriarty, take a look."

Seeing this, although Klein was very surprised, he still took the photo and peeled off the outer layer of oiled paper.

His spiritual intuition did not strike the alarm.

The yellowish oil paper peeled off, and the black-and-white photos became clearer in the field of vision.

In the blurry background, a man with an indistinct appearance was pointing forward, and looking in the direction he pointed, I saw a black piece stuck to the depths of the sunken ground, which made him very small.

Klein watched it carefully for a long time, and then from the part where the light reflected better, along the outline, he could see the black body on the ground little by little.

Corpses, all corpses, dead in the pits, abandoned, neglected, corpses that I didn't want to deal with at all!

Suddenly, even though Klein was used to seeing death scenes, and even killed people in various ways, when he saw this kind of scene, he couldn't help but squeeze his fingertips until it turned white.

When Detective Moriarty had a similar reaction to himself, Ian felt a little relieved, followed by a surge of guilt.

But after struggling a few times, he still stated his findings:

"This photo records the tragic scene in an abandoned warehouse that a reporter accidentally discovered when he was investigating the East District a year ago, but after discovering this place, the reporter died in Cappin before he could organize the truth into a report. In the hands of the underworld gangster, the first draft of the report was torn up, and the few remaining photos were finally taken away by the police for reasons required by the case. "

"These, all in this photo, are 'commodities' that got sick, injured and died in the process of reselling by Kapin. They were all thrown here. This warehouse was originally close to the pork processing plant, and no one would notice the taste inside. ."

In the cheap coffee shop in the morning, loud noises and the sound of dense footsteps still filled Klein's ears. Workers and waiters who were inexperienced came and went, but Klein was pinned to the seat like a sculpture.

With an undisguised sigh, he slowly put down the photo in his hand, covered it on the non-greasy part of the table, looked at Ian sitting opposite, bowing his head like a erring child and asked:

"How did you find this last picture?"

If Cappin could have gotten help from the Siviras Field long before he was completely in power, then Klein would have to dig into the origin of this photo in order to prevent himself from becoming a gun for others to deal with Capin.

Gu Yu "Second-hand Market."

Ok?

Ian saw Klein's unresponsive look, bit his lip, and explained:

"I rented a house with the money you gave, but there was nothing in it, and then I wanted to go to the second-hand market to find something that could be used, only to find that the detective's son was selling his father's The relic, I looked for it out of curiosity, and found this in his notes."

The whole story sounds too coincidental... Klein turned out a coin and kept tossing it.

"So the detective is dead?"

"Yes, he died in the Crazy Ripper case. He investigated the mysterious Ripper, and was half eaten by a group of rats in the sewer. It was not discovered by the nearby cleaners until it stinks." His own words were more likely to be believed, and he took out a brown-yellow note from the satchel that he never left.

This is a notebook with the artistic style of the last few years, but because the owner uses it frequently, the wear and tear is relatively severe.

Through the suggestion of divination, Klein, who has not found anything wrong so far, carefully took the notebook and flipped through it.

In the slightly yellowed pages, there are densely packed case memos and brief notes of various clues. It can be seen that the original owner is indeed a very professional detective.

Most of the cases recorded in this notebook involved various gangster forces, and the last few pages contained clues about the Crazy Ripper.

"On September 11th, I took her daughter's diary from the poor mother, but unfortunately the child did not record any valuable clues. In the diary full of typos, I could only see her longing for the upper class. , and all kinds of well-dressed scum."

"It's ridiculous that among girls like her, this kind of scum is regarded as a kind person who can help them out of the sea of ​​misery. This is really a big joke made by the master of the storm to me."

"On September 12, after I re-investigated the neighborhood that the girl frequented in the last few days, I found traces of that lunatic. He really is not a normal person, just like me, he is a wild Extraordinary who ingested potion by mistake. And he is definitely stronger than me. He has already mutated on his body. In addition to being able to control the flames, his footprints are similar to those of some large beasts, like a giant wolf. Could this be the evil that the church often talks about - werewolves ?"

"In short, only from the crime scene, the traces that can be obtained are still too few, and I still need to obtain more clues in the remaining days."

"September 13, sulphur! The smell of sulphur is everywhere!"

"If I'm not mistaken, this lunatic is planning something else in the sewers, hehe, I found you."

wow wow.

Klein turned a few more pages. Judging from the vacant part, the detective should have returned to the God of Storm Lord's kingdom after hitting the "devil".

A detective with a strong sense of justice, and a wild Beyonder, and judging from the contents of his notes, he should be wild enough to be wild, and he doesn't understand anything.

Otherwise, after discovering that all smells of sulfur, he will never investigate by himself again...

This is the consensus of the members of the Beyonder team and the wild Beyonders, any "demon" is definitely a powerful mid-sequence Beyonder!

After a long time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Klein pulled his gaze out of the notebook, put the photo on the table in, and closed it gently.

"Well done, this is really valuable. I will consider whether it is true through my channels, and then judge whether it is worth me to continue to investigate this matter." Looking at Ian's complicated eyes, Klein appeared calm. .

Finally, the opposite boy, who had some thoughts of his own and was conflicted in his heart, lowered his head and replied softly.

He wanted to punish those who did the same thing as the **** who kidnapped and sold him, and he didn't want to let his new employer, who gave him a good impression, die hastily.

Putting away all the newly obtained clues, Klein drank the cold coffee that was left in the cup in one gulp, glanced at the empty plate, said goodbye to Ian, and the two left separately.

On the way to Mr. Agron's apartment, Klein stared at the annoying smog in front of him. The fingers of his left hand, which was not holding a cane, were still resting on the notebook in his coat pocket.

Now that the detective's game is over, the "diver" will continue to squeeze more clues from the dead objects that won't speak.

Of course, all of this had to be done with a visit to the serious ex-military person. Mr. Aigron would not sit idly by while he prayed to an unidentified evil god.

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